I think of present, not the past
things that I really hope will last
Like a tall mountain standing true not afraid
to explain myself to you
gone from my shadow selves
my fake laughter
I'm not even sure what I was after
Friends of mist
who liked their own reflection
of my true self they had no detection
But here I am standing
Finding the things that make up me
Not afraid to face adversity
In a state of mind I like to be
Something that I call...
Stability
By Missy khan
Thank you Sir
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